Tuesday, March 25, 2014

eARC Review: Nothing Special by A. E. Via

Detective Cashel 'Cash' Godfrey is big, tattooed and angry so people typically keep their distance. He's fresh out of the police academy, however, no one is looking to partner with the six foot four beast with a huge chip on his shoulder and an inability to trust. When Cash scans the orientation room he wasn't expecting to find sexy hazel eyes locked onto him. Eyes of the handsome Detective Leonidis 'Leo' Day.

Leo is charming, witty, hilariously sarcastic and the only one that can make Cash smile. He’s proud, out and one bad-ass detective.Together Cash and Leo become the most revered and successful narcotics detectives Atlanta’s ever seen. Able to communicate and understand each other, without even having to voice it, they quickly climb up the promotional ranks. When Cash saves Leo's life in a raid that turns deadly, Leo begins to see something in the big man that no one else does…something special. But Leo fears he'll never break through the impenetrable wall that protects Cash's heart.Nothing Special takes the reader through various emotions throughout the richly fulfilling plot that’s full of erotic gay romance, heartache, passion, trials and tribulations, police action scenes, and an intriguing twist that comes to an amazing ending that’s impossible to see coming.***Title and Synopsis created by the LaSalle Sister of Man2Mantastic

My Review

My Rating: 5 of 5 Stars

Nothing Special is a misleading title for there is a whole lot of special going on in this latest from A.E. Via. This author, she just came out of nowhere and landed a solid sucker punch on us MM genre fans and lovers... and we may just end up loving her complex stories of angst, drama, erotica and romance between men.

With this latest from Ms Via, we have two characters, God and Day. Yes, sure, the name may kind of take some readers aback, that is, until they find out that God is short for Godfrey and that is how he is known around. Of course, we are introduced to him as 'Cash' but we soon get to ditch that name in favor of the other. For many, many reasons. Some not good, some not bad, mostly it's because.... well, he is who he is!

Day. Well, Leonidis is the partner of God and really, he is the complete opposite. Well, that's what everyone thinks. He is an out and proud gay, but he is definitely no wimp. He is as tough as nails, can down an opponent when he needs to, and because he is smaller than God, he has a lot to prove.

Kidding.

No, Day and God, God and Day. Think of all of the tough men you've met for real and on reel, and you have these two. They are smart, tough, rough, and mean when they need to be. But are cuddly. So adorably cuddly. Like a wolverine. Like a porcupine. The description may be quite contrary, but it's true all the same.

Their personal lives are never brought into the workplace, so it is safe to say the people they work with have absolutely no idea who these two men really are. One thing is certain, they have a track record that is unbeatable and because they are young and very, very fit, (and gorgeous) they come out, somehow, more dangerous.

Nothing Special is not a sappy, cheesy, romantic, mushy book. It is rough, it is mean, it is action packed. (For gun lovers like myself, it was refreshing to read about my choice firearms.) Whatever romance and erotica is within this story, it is there to counter-balance.

First and foremost, this is a story about cops who face dangers never discussed. Who face the everyday reality that they may not come out of a day alive. This is the life Day and God face. Their romance keeps them sane. Their personal lives kept out of it. They have to go home and celebrate coming back alive and into each others' arms.

This is the story of God and Day, two of the toughest, meanest and smartest detectives I have ever met. I have encountered several in my many reads, but these two, they are a league all their own.

A.E. Via has managed to sucker punch me with this one. Super HOT!, totally unexpected action-packed read that is impossible to put down. This one's special.

AUTHOR BIO:

A.E. Via is the new best-selling author in the beautiful gay erotic genre. Her writing embodies everything from spicy to scandalous. Her stories often include intriguing edges and twists that take readers to new, thought-provoking depths.

When she’s not clicking away at her laptop, A.E. runs a very successful paralegal-for-hire business, and in her spare time, she devotes herself to her family—a husband and four children, her two pets, a Maltese dog and her white Siamese cat, ELynn, named after the late, great gay romance author E. Lynn Harris.

While this is only her third novel, she has plenty more to come. So sit back and grab a cool drink, because the male on male action is just heating up!

Go to A.E. Via’s official website http://authoraevia.com for more detailed information on how to contact her, follow her, or a sneak peak on upcoming work, free reads, and where she’ll appear next.

The room was deathly silent. After a few long seconds God responded simply, “No you don’t.”

“I do. Isn’t it obvious?” Day moved a little closer.

“You don’t know what the fuck you want. I’ve watched you for four years, jumping from bed to bed and fucking your way through half of Atlanta. I have one emotional night and all of a sudden you want me…fuck you,” God said in his gruffest voice.

Day’s body heated instantly at the sound. He moved even closer to where God was standing on the opposite side of the table.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize I was supposed to be saving myself for marriage, and even more so, I didn’t realize you were a goddamn virgin. How many women have I seen you fuck in that pussy-getting truck of yours, huh?” Day lowered his voice as he stood directly in front of God. “Just tell me you didn’t feel what I did last night.” He closed the small gap, not minding God’s height at all, and looked up into electric-green eyes. “Tell me you don’t want me too, and I’ll back the fuck off.”

God looked down at him and Day could see the uncertainty all over that ruggedly handsome face.

“Shit’s complicated, Leo.” God’s breath ghosted across his forehead.

“Make me understand, Cashel,” Day whispered and slowly brought his hands up to rest on God’s waist.

Day groaned. He held on tight while God hoisted him up against the wall and attacked his mouth. It wasn’t pretty or gentle. His partner kissed him with a fury that he hadn’t felt in years. It was erotically carnal, wicked, and Day loved every second. His feet dangled as God’s bulk pushed hard against him, keeping him immobile and under his control.

“This what you want, you sexy fucker?” God snarled in his ear, then leaned in and bit the juncture of his neck that met with his shoulder.

“Ugh, yes! I want you goddammit,” Day hissed into the darkness.

“Prove it.” God released him and Day dropped back to the ground. He immediately felt the loss of God’s heat and had to resist the urge to claw at the man.

Day palmed his own hard erection.

“Seriously. This isn’t fucking proof enough?” he said while seductively squeezing his cock and licking his red lips now full and plump from their kiss.

“I don’t give a damn about your wood. You get a hard-on when you drink coffee, Leo.” God grabbed his coat and headed to the door. “If you want it, you’ll have to earn it.”

Day stalked over to him. “Did you make all those other bitches you fucked earn it first?” Day fumed. Not liking that God was thinking of playing a come-and-get-it game with him.

God spun around fast and gripped Day around his throat, pulling him into his rock-hard chest. Day hit that solid wall of muscles with a thud and the air rushed out of his lungs. Day put both his hands on God’s huge forearms that flexed against his touch. God bent his head and a few strands of his hair came loose from the elastic band and brushed against the side of Day’s face.

God looked and smelled so fucking delicious, like masculinity and aftershave. Day knew the grip on his neck was not to hurt him, it was to show him who was in charge. His sheer strength and power had Day feeling like he could come right there in the small conference room.

“Oh, so you want to be my bitch?” God’s mouth was at the base of his ear. He roughly ground his pelvis into Day’s stomach while the other hand got a firm grip in his hair at the back of his head. “Why didn’t you just say so? You want me to have you face down and ass up in my truck? Then we can go do that right fucking now.”

God loosened his grip on Day’s hair and let the large hand around his throat turn into a gentle caress. He smoothed down Day’s hair and leaned in and took a large sniff before nuzzling the side of his face. Day couldn’t have stopped the unmanly whimper if he’d tried. God dragged two fingers down his throat and gently stroked his collarbone. His breathing was now even and calm, surprisingly relaxing Day as well.

God kissed Day’s temple before speaking in a seductive whisper against the side of his face. “Or do you want me to put on one of your jazz records and lay your sexy body down on your bed and slowly lick you from head to toe?” God ran a thumb over Day’s parted lips.

“So tell me…which one do you want?”

Day had to figure out how to speak again before he was finally able to reply. “Yes, Cashel. I want you in my bed.”

“Then prove it.” God laid a lingering, gentle kiss on his forehead before stepping back from him and leaving the conference room.